"Everyone's always running by," Sho mutters, kicking at a stone that just so happen to be right in his path. Remy might have the teenage boredom look down pat, but Sho had mastered the pout of injured teenage pride. He might be exaggerating the number but in the time he had been hanging around the area, he had seen a lot of people - and quietly took a few things in the process.

He was curious. It was a suicidal habit for a street rat, something that he tried to curb when he was younger but now, with all the teen self-importance, he just didn't care what kind of trouble it got him.

"Probably same as you. Woke up and got outta the gilded cage." He pointed his chin at the Hold, braids chiming at the jerk. "You're not from here are you?"

The accent was definitely a give away. Just like his if he bothered to think about.